wedding wear

Towards the end of the manic panic making of my pink coat, designed to keep me warm at a Yorkshire wedding, it suddenly occurred to me I hadn’t quite thought about what to wear under said coat at said wedding (and therefore faced the prospect of actually being rather cold). My wardrobe yielded a succession of utterly wrong dresses (you know how it goes: J ‘How about this?’ Me: ‘Oh not that – the collar will clash with the coat!’). It was Friday night; the wedding was on Sunday – there was only one thing for it.

Like this:

So for everyone who’s enjoying the fabulous sunshine that’s finally reached London this month, I would like to propose that you have me to thank. Because – I made a coat. I MADE A COAT! And now it’s really warm and said coat is kinda redundant.